Depending on who you ask, the Camino de Santiago has many different symbolic, spiritual and religious meanings. Our class learned about many of them however one of them has stayed true to me throughout this liminality period in my life. It was during our first week in Roncesvalles where our class experienced an act of destiny private tour with Father Juan. Not only did we experience a tour but we also heard of his encounters and experiences with the Camino. Father Juan explained to us that the Camino is a journey grander than ourselves and that on our walk, we were supposed to experience and feel pain in order for God to get closer us. On the Camino the pilgrim only has what is on his back, his thoughts and what is in his heart. The Camino is used to release what is holding us back in our lives; depression, insecurities, resentment, pain, fear, unhappiness — everything which is not working out for our greatest good — the Camino is used symbolically to release them. When we reach the end at Finisterre some of us chose to burn certain items that meant something significant to us. It was at Finisterre I chose to burn what was holding me back as I begin my new journey here in Europe, so that I too, as many pilgrims before me, walk into my new beginnings.

By Kaylah Jackson

I don’t even know how to put today into words. We finished the Camino and I have never felt more camaraderie, accomplishment, or pride in my entire life. I walked through the tunnel hand in hand with the people who have helped to encourage and motivate me the entire way and the feeling was like no other. From the very beginning of this trip I had no idea what to expect, but limping in to Santiago with my classmates who have come to mean so much more to me in these few short weeks than I ever thought possible, I am overcome with a sense of renewed vigor for whatever the next chapter in my life brings. I have a special place in my heart for the incredibly brave and powerful woman who has been by my side for every up and down of this trip, who despite currently undergoing chemo finished the last few miles with us, showing us all just what can be accomplished with the right attitude and determination. This trip wouldn’t have been nearly as memorable or life changing without her. You mean the world to all of us Jess and you are truly all of our Hero Champion!

By Jessica Harden

One of my reasons for deciding to take this trip this summer is that I have a rare disease that might take most or all of my eye sight away from me at a young age. I plan to see as much of the world as I can before that happens. Spending these weeks learning about the Camino and then being here to experience it is one of the greatest moments of my life. Right before you get to the cathedral in Santiago, which is the point to which the Camino leads, there is a tunnel you have to walk through. For a moment everything is darker, and when you emerge from the tunnel you are flooded with sunlight and are finally in the square where the cathedral is. Should I lose my eye sight before I'm done exploring the world, I'll always be able to recall how it looked and felt to walk through that tunnel and into the square outside the cathedral. I'll always be able to close my eyes and remember all the beautiful mountains I've climbed in Spain. I'll always be able to recall the sunsets and waking up before the sun rose to get an early start on my walk to Portomarín. I'll always be able to close my eyes and remember all of the moments that have led up to walking through the tunnel, and how the sunshine felt on my face as I looked around and realized we had made it to Santiago. And most importantly, I'll always remember the people who walked beside me.

We have only been in Spain for a few days but we have already had so many incredible experiences on the road to Santiago. We began yesterday in Barcelona and today we crossed the border into France briefly to visit St. Jean Pied de Port followed closely by Roncesvalles in the evening. We have traversed over a significant portion of the country, seen multiple Gothic churches, eating some amazing food, and putting our feet in the sand of the Camino. In our short time here, we have already come into contact with the Camino 'communitas,' the people here have been immeasurably friendly and welcoming. While we have seen this community spirit in action many times, some experiences stay with us more than others.

I was waiting on my friends when a middle-aged woman strolled into the bar and ordered a red wine. This being Spain, the seating arrangement in the establishment was rather hectic — I was already perched on the edge of the fireplace — so she borrowed a chair from another Spanish couple and set it down close to me. Inspired by my rather lonely and melancholic temperament at the moment, I ordered a beer and slumped back to my place at the fireplace. I was perfectly content to stare at the painting of the Basque shepherd on the far wall and compare his anxious indirect gaze to the same gaze with which the Basque man who sat beneath the painting looked at his wife. The woman, however had other plans; after I sat back down she said hello and asked how I was doing, in English, thankfully. Grateful for non-painting-related human contact, I slid over on the fireplace next to her like I was Tom Cruise sliding in his socks in Risky Business. Her name was Pauline, a retired lawyer from Amsterdam who worked as a hospitaler in the local Albergue. Forty-five minutes later, after meeting her husband Ben — who bought me another round — I had made two more friends. This, Pauline assured me, “Is the spirit of the Camino, we are always glad to share what we have and share our experiences.” Even with the Basque man hung on the wall staring anxiously at us, I was sure that I had tapped into something honest — something human.

Standing in the church in St. Jean Pied de Port, it was hard not to feel the power of the Camino pressing down on you. The gothic arches soared upward, bringing us towards God, while the candles and stone altar anchored us to the Earth. Staring like this, at the grandeur facilitated by the church, something seeps into your bones and draws you into the Camino. We want to get started, to get walking towards our destination, towards Santiago. There is a certain je n'est sais quois in the churches here. A connection with the earth, or with God, or something that touches us spiritually.

At dinner we made friends with two other pilgrims named, Jose-Manuel and just Jose. Although, they only spoke Spanish, we didn't let language be a barrier for a new friendship. They shared their purpose for pursuing the Camino. Jose-Manuel had been recently divorced, and was seeking himself along the Camino. He was looking for clarity and a new purpose. Jose has been on the Camino multiple times, simply for the adventure and to meet new people from different cultures. He told us that the Camino is not only one culture, but a mixture of many different cultures, so we will see different faces. And although they all may look different, they are still pilgrims. Later, we were blessed to be given a private tour by the Father of the church in Roncesvalles, who told us that "in this walk, you have no masks, you are just who you are, no longer defined by society, you are just a pilgrim.

One thing that stays with me as I write this, and will stay with me for a long time, is the feeling that I got at the start of the Camino. We passed pilgrims hiking through town with their packs latched to their back, the "pilgrim's meal" served at every restaurant, and the golden arrows on the ground pointing the way towards Santiago. It truly felt like we were sharing an experience with all of the people that we passed. The air was alight, buzzing with excitement for the days to come and the road ahead. I was moved when I realized, truly saw, that the pilgrim's road is not lonely, it is filled with hopes and emotions of everyone on it. We all may move separately along the path, but we experience the power of the Camino together.